Facing against the wall and looking at the darkness across the corridor, Klein instinctively held his breath.
What is the captain doing?What's wrong with the captain?He is drinking blood?Did he have early signs of losing control?One by one, his mind was messy and he couldn't think effectively.
After more than ten seconds, Klein bit his teeth and quietly moved to the stairs with the help of the clown's control over his body.
Then, he deliberately increased his pace, walked back, and once again came to the door of Mrs. Sharon's bedroom.
With his eyes in his eyes, Klein saw the captain standing there, wrapping the seal with black cloth layer by layer, with a calm expression, deep gray eyes and a clean face.
What he saw just now seemed to be just an hallucination.
After a glance from the corner of his eyes, Klein saw that nothing new was added to Cohenli's body, and it was still what he was like before.
He gasped in secret and asked:
Captain, how should I confirm whether those servants are sleeping?It seems that it is impossible to accurately judge by spiritual vision. They will have different emotional reactions due to dreaming and present the corresponding colors.
Dunn Smith held the psychic mirror and was silent for a few seconds, saying in a hoarse voice:
Sorry, I forgot, I made too many mistakes tonight.
You don't have to check, I'll confirm.
He raised one hand, pressed the middle of his eyebrows, and then closed his eyes, allowing the invisible ripples to ripple toward other rooms and toward the first floor.
Whether you are asleep is clearly visible in front of Nightmare.
Klein stared at the scene in a daze, slowly lowered his eyes, and bit the inside of his lips tightly.
Captain, you just wanted to help me...
What the hell are you doing, do you know what you are doing...
He turned his head suddenly and looked at the window, and saw the crimson moon hanging high, as if it had not changed for millions of years.
After a while of calming down, Klein carefully inspected the bodies of Cohenley and Mrs. Sheron by covering the collection of items such as tarot cards, revolvers, half-height silk top hats.
They remained as they died, their skin became pale at a speed that was higher than ordinary people, and they were a little blue and purple.
It was a little strange that they seemed to be missing something... not something specific, but a certain feeling... Klein talked silently, only to feel the cool breeze blowing from the broken windows made his hair stand up one by one.
At this time, Dunn opened his eyes and said in a low voice:
They are still sleeping, but a few are close to awakening.
That's good, that's good... Klein looked at the captain, and he didn't know what he was answering.
Dunn looked around and said:
You get the items on the scene and go to the nearest police station to find someone, well, by the way back to Zotland Street and ask Fry to help.
Klein looked at the captain deeply, nodded with his teeth:
Um.
With Dunn's help, he quickly handled the scene and walked through the main entrance to leave Mrs. Sharon's house.
After walking through the garden and coming outside, Klein couldn't help but look back and saw that the building was still crawling quietly in the dark without any light.
He turned around heavily, and based on his impression, he quickly found the nearest police station. This is common sense that every night watcher must remember.
Dangdang, Klein knocked on the iron door.
Not long after, the policeman who was on the rotation at night carried a lantern, walked through the small courtyard, opened the door, and looked at it in confusion:
Is there anything wrong?
Klein couldn't squeeze out any expression, calmly put on his face, took out his ID and opened it to the policeman's eyes:
There was a serious murder at 15 Olsner Street, and you immediately call your companions to help!
The policeman raised the lantern, looked at the ID carefully, then put his legs together, raised his hands and saluted:
Yes, sir!
After handling this, Klein took a taxi carriage back to Zotland Street.
Along the way, he sat in the dark carriage, his thoughts being both messy and divergent:
Cohenli is dead...
I remember he was just engaged...his parents are still alive...
What was the captain doing just now...
Is he eager for blood...
Or, there is another purpose...
His memory is still so poor, and he has not improved significantly, which shows that he has no early signs of losing control!
However, he knew that the acting method had been a while ago, and whether the lack of memory improvement also indicated some problems in the dark…
No!It must be the captain who is still groping. How to play Nightmare!
...By the way, one of the important reasons for Cohenli's death is the seal 30271, which was handed over to him by the captain...
What am I thinking!This was the inevitable choice at that time!
…It is also the captain’s proposed use of seals 30271…
Calm down, calm down, don’t think about it or wait, so as not to worsen the situation!
Wait and send a letter to Ms. Dailey to see if she knows what this situation represents. Even if she doesn't know the specific answer, she will definitely understand the dangers contained therein and inform the temple in time...
This should kill the problem in the cradle and get the captain back to normal!
No, the captain may not have a problem. Maybe I misunderstood something, it depends on what Ms. Dailey said...
……
When the taxi car arrived at 36 Zotland Street, Klein had already figured out a countermeasure and made a decision, and was no longer as panicked and helpless as before.
He climbed along the stairs and climbed heavily to the door of Black Thorn Security Company, took out the key and opened the door.
The familiar arrangements and familiar scenes in front of him made him feel much more at ease, just like the feeling of looking for the captain every time he had something to do.
Taking a breath, Klein came to the Nightkeeper Entertainment Room and saw Fry reading books alone under the light of the gas light.
He turned his head and looked at Klein, with obvious concern and tension on his cold and gloomy face:
What happened?
Where is the captain and Cohenli?
Klein replied in a low voice:
Cohenley died, at the hands of Mrs. Sharon, we all made mistakes…
The captain was there to guard the scene and asked you to go over and help.
Before leaving, Dunn explained the specific situation to Fry, telling him that if they fail to come back within two hours, they will immediately send a telegram to the temple. Similarly, because they have to apply for seal 30271, they have to enter the Chanis Gate at night. Therefore, Luo Yao, who is on the control room, also knows what the task they will perform is. According to the internal regulations of the night watchman, to open the Chanis Gate at night, the captain must obtain the permission of the captain. If the captain is there, the captain can only enter.
Fry was stunned for a moment, sighed softly, and drew a crimson moon on his chest.
He put on his coat, put on his hat, walked towards the door, and when he passed by Klein, he suddenly whispered:
You don’t need to blame yourself, making mistakes is something that will never be avoided.
We always trust our teammates.
Well... Klein closed his eyes, his vision seemed to become blurred.
He and Fry first went underground, told Luo Yao, then locked the gate of the Black Thorn Security Company and rushed to Mrs. Schellon's house on Olsner Street.
When they moved back to Cohenli's body and Madame Schellon's hideous body, the early morning was already past.
Dunn, wearing a thin black windbreaker, stood at the door of the morgue, looking silently inside, and after a long time turning his head to Klein,
You go home first. You have just experienced a fierce battle and must be very tired.
OKKlein did not refuse.
He pursed his lips, looked at the captain, quietly left the Black Thorn Security Company, and took a taxi carriage to return to Daffodil Street.
Just like the last process, he easily entered his bedroom and really locked the door.
Pulling out the silver dagger in the ceremony, Klein created a spiritual wall that blocked the room, then sat at the desk, spread out the paper, lifted up the pen, and hurriedly wrote:
Dear Ms. Daley:
I found that something was wrong with the captain recently, and he quietly went on the mission...
Having written this, Klein suddenly stopped the pen, his head blank, and he didn't know how to answer or describe it later.
Bang!
He threw away the pen suddenly, grabbed the paper in front of him, kneaded it into a ball, and then pounded the table hard.
As the sound of dong echoed, Klein closed his eyes and reached out to cover his face. He didn't move for a long time, as if he had turned into a statue.
After five minutes like this, he sighed, put down his right hand, and used his spirituality to ignite the ball of waste paper just now, watching it turn into ashes and fall into the trash can.
After organizing the idea, Klein spread out the new paper and wrote:
Dear Ms. Daley:
We just finished a mission and lost a teammate in grief, and the specific situation is...
...At that time, I thought that my current level of spiritual vision could not confirm whether the servants were sleeping well, and divination was very troublesome, so I walked back and planned to ask the captain. At this time, through the mirror, I saw the captain half lying next to Cohenli's body, with dark red blood around my mouth.
I don’t know what happened, nor do I know what the captain is in. I hope you can give me an answer.
……
After writing, Klein read through it in a heavy mood and folded the letter paper.
Then he arranged a ceremony, opened his spiritual vision, summoned Daly's messenger, and summoned the strange face without eyes, nose, and only mouth.
Looking at the bright red tongue covered with irregular fangs that were spit out, and looking at the five small pale fingers at the top of the tongue, Klein handed the letter in silence.
When everything returned to normal, he sat down again and continued to write.
This time, he would ask Mr. Azke:
...In a recent mission, my boss had some abnormal situation. He helped me away and half lie next to his teammate's body, his mouth covered with dark red blood.
Have you ever had something similar in your memory?How can I help my boss?
What is the captain doing?What's wrong with the captain?He is drinking blood?Did he have early signs of losing control?One by one, his mind was messy and he couldn't think effectively.
After more than ten seconds, Klein bit his teeth and quietly moved to the stairs with the help of the clown's control over his body.
Then, he deliberately increased his pace, walked back, and once again came to the door of Mrs. Sharon's bedroom.
With his eyes in his eyes, Klein saw the captain standing there, wrapping the seal with black cloth layer by layer, with a calm expression, deep gray eyes and a clean face.
What he saw just now seemed to be just an hallucination.
After a glance from the corner of his eyes, Klein saw that nothing new was added to Cohenli's body, and it was still what he was like before.
He gasped in secret and asked:
Captain, how should I confirm whether those servants are sleeping?It seems that it is impossible to accurately judge by spiritual vision. They will have different emotional reactions due to dreaming and present the corresponding colors.
Dunn Smith held the psychic mirror and was silent for a few seconds, saying in a hoarse voice:
Sorry, I forgot, I made too many mistakes tonight.
You don't have to check, I'll confirm.
He raised one hand, pressed the middle of his eyebrows, and then closed his eyes, allowing the invisible ripples to ripple toward other rooms and toward the first floor.
Whether you are asleep is clearly visible in front of Nightmare.
Klein stared at the scene in a daze, slowly lowered his eyes, and bit the inside of his lips tightly.
Captain, you just wanted to help me...
What the hell are you doing, do you know what you are doing...
He turned his head suddenly and looked at the window, and saw the crimson moon hanging high, as if it had not changed for millions of years.
After a while of calming down, Klein carefully inspected the bodies of Cohenley and Mrs. Sheron by covering the collection of items such as tarot cards, revolvers, half-height silk top hats.
They remained as they died, their skin became pale at a speed that was higher than ordinary people, and they were a little blue and purple.
It was a little strange that they seemed to be missing something... not something specific, but a certain feeling... Klein talked silently, only to feel the cool breeze blowing from the broken windows made his hair stand up one by one.
At this time, Dunn opened his eyes and said in a low voice:
They are still sleeping, but a few are close to awakening.
That's good, that's good... Klein looked at the captain, and he didn't know what he was answering.
Dunn looked around and said:
You get the items on the scene and go to the nearest police station to find someone, well, by the way back to Zotland Street and ask Fry to help.
Klein looked at the captain deeply, nodded with his teeth:
Um.
With Dunn's help, he quickly handled the scene and walked through the main entrance to leave Mrs. Sharon's house.
After walking through the garden and coming outside, Klein couldn't help but look back and saw that the building was still crawling quietly in the dark without any light.
He turned around heavily, and based on his impression, he quickly found the nearest police station. This is common sense that every night watcher must remember.
Dangdang, Klein knocked on the iron door.
Not long after, the policeman who was on the rotation at night carried a lantern, walked through the small courtyard, opened the door, and looked at it in confusion:
Is there anything wrong?
Klein couldn't squeeze out any expression, calmly put on his face, took out his ID and opened it to the policeman's eyes:
There was a serious murder at 15 Olsner Street, and you immediately call your companions to help!
The policeman raised the lantern, looked at the ID carefully, then put his legs together, raised his hands and saluted:
Yes, sir!
After handling this, Klein took a taxi carriage back to Zotland Street.
Along the way, he sat in the dark carriage, his thoughts being both messy and divergent:
Cohenli is dead...
I remember he was just engaged...his parents are still alive...
What was the captain doing just now...
Is he eager for blood...
Or, there is another purpose...
His memory is still so poor, and he has not improved significantly, which shows that he has no early signs of losing control!
However, he knew that the acting method had been a while ago, and whether the lack of memory improvement also indicated some problems in the dark…
No!It must be the captain who is still groping. How to play Nightmare!
...By the way, one of the important reasons for Cohenli's death is the seal 30271, which was handed over to him by the captain...
What am I thinking!This was the inevitable choice at that time!
…It is also the captain’s proposed use of seals 30271…
Calm down, calm down, don’t think about it or wait, so as not to worsen the situation!
Wait and send a letter to Ms. Dailey to see if she knows what this situation represents. Even if she doesn't know the specific answer, she will definitely understand the dangers contained therein and inform the temple in time...
This should kill the problem in the cradle and get the captain back to normal!
No, the captain may not have a problem. Maybe I misunderstood something, it depends on what Ms. Dailey said...
……
When the taxi car arrived at 36 Zotland Street, Klein had already figured out a countermeasure and made a decision, and was no longer as panicked and helpless as before.
He climbed along the stairs and climbed heavily to the door of Black Thorn Security Company, took out the key and opened the door.
The familiar arrangements and familiar scenes in front of him made him feel much more at ease, just like the feeling of looking for the captain every time he had something to do.
Taking a breath, Klein came to the Nightkeeper Entertainment Room and saw Fry reading books alone under the light of the gas light.
He turned his head and looked at Klein, with obvious concern and tension on his cold and gloomy face:
What happened?
Where is the captain and Cohenli?
Klein replied in a low voice:
Cohenley died, at the hands of Mrs. Sharon, we all made mistakes…
The captain was there to guard the scene and asked you to go over and help.
Before leaving, Dunn explained the specific situation to Fry, telling him that if they fail to come back within two hours, they will immediately send a telegram to the temple. Similarly, because they have to apply for seal 30271, they have to enter the Chanis Gate at night. Therefore, Luo Yao, who is on the control room, also knows what the task they will perform is. According to the internal regulations of the night watchman, to open the Chanis Gate at night, the captain must obtain the permission of the captain. If the captain is there, the captain can only enter.
Fry was stunned for a moment, sighed softly, and drew a crimson moon on his chest.
He put on his coat, put on his hat, walked towards the door, and when he passed by Klein, he suddenly whispered:
You don’t need to blame yourself, making mistakes is something that will never be avoided.
We always trust our teammates.
Well... Klein closed his eyes, his vision seemed to become blurred.
He and Fry first went underground, told Luo Yao, then locked the gate of the Black Thorn Security Company and rushed to Mrs. Schellon's house on Olsner Street.
When they moved back to Cohenli's body and Madame Schellon's hideous body, the early morning was already past.
Dunn, wearing a thin black windbreaker, stood at the door of the morgue, looking silently inside, and after a long time turning his head to Klein,
You go home first. You have just experienced a fierce battle and must be very tired.
OKKlein did not refuse.
He pursed his lips, looked at the captain, quietly left the Black Thorn Security Company, and took a taxi carriage to return to Daffodil Street.
Just like the last process, he easily entered his bedroom and really locked the door.
Pulling out the silver dagger in the ceremony, Klein created a spiritual wall that blocked the room, then sat at the desk, spread out the paper, lifted up the pen, and hurriedly wrote:
Dear Ms. Daley:
I found that something was wrong with the captain recently, and he quietly went on the mission...
Having written this, Klein suddenly stopped the pen, his head blank, and he didn't know how to answer or describe it later.
Bang!
He threw away the pen suddenly, grabbed the paper in front of him, kneaded it into a ball, and then pounded the table hard.
As the sound of dong echoed, Klein closed his eyes and reached out to cover his face. He didn't move for a long time, as if he had turned into a statue.
After five minutes like this, he sighed, put down his right hand, and used his spirituality to ignite the ball of waste paper just now, watching it turn into ashes and fall into the trash can.
After organizing the idea, Klein spread out the new paper and wrote:
Dear Ms. Daley:
We just finished a mission and lost a teammate in grief, and the specific situation is...
...At that time, I thought that my current level of spiritual vision could not confirm whether the servants were sleeping well, and divination was very troublesome, so I walked back and planned to ask the captain. At this time, through the mirror, I saw the captain half lying next to Cohenli's body, with dark red blood around my mouth.
I don’t know what happened, nor do I know what the captain is in. I hope you can give me an answer.
……
After writing, Klein read through it in a heavy mood and folded the letter paper.
Then he arranged a ceremony, opened his spiritual vision, summoned Daly's messenger, and summoned the strange face without eyes, nose, and only mouth.
Looking at the bright red tongue covered with irregular fangs that were spit out, and looking at the five small pale fingers at the top of the tongue, Klein handed the letter in silence.
When everything returned to normal, he sat down again and continued to write.
This time, he would ask Mr. Azke:
...In a recent mission, my boss had some abnormal situation. He helped me away and half lie next to his teammate's body, his mouth covered with dark red blood.
Have you ever had something similar in your memory?How can I help my boss?
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